Upon seeing his enemy, Zhang Hao trembled all over.
Had it not been for Mo Han, he would have long been paired up with Luo Ning.
Had it not been for Mo Han, how could his family have gone bankrupt and liquidated?
Had it not been for Mo Han, how could he possibly have fallen to the point of selling slow-moving goods at a street stall?
"Oh, it’s Zhang Hao, long ti no see."
Contrary to Zhang Hao’s anger, Mo Han appeared nonchalant, casually fiddling with the pressure cooker in his hand as if he were a regular custor, and said, "This pressure cooker seems to be of decent quality. Can’t you give a discount?"
Fifty bucks for a pressure cooker, and you still want a discount?
Do you have no sha at all?
Zhang Hao stepped forward, snatched the pressure cooker, and shouted, "Anyone else can buy it, but you, I’d rather die than sell it to you!"
"Get lost!"
Mo Han shrugged his shoulders, appearing sowhat helpless, but too lazy to argue, he put down the pressure cooker and turned to leave.
Just as he was about to leave on his electric bike, seven or eight young guys with cigarettes in their mouths, wielding baseball bats and walking with swagger, approached Zhang Hao.
The leader, a young man with dyed yellow hair, rushed to Zhang Hao’s stall without a word and smashed the kitchenware on display.
"Damn it, dare to touch my girl Da Fei, you’re looking for death!"
Seeing the tattooed girl behind the yellow-haired youth, Zhang Hao’s face changed dramatically, and without a second thought, he took off running.
Last night, bored and having not exercised for a long ti, he lingered around Di Hao bar to see if he could find a drunk girl to take advantage of.
And as it turned out, his luck wasn’t bad. After waiting for half an hour, a beautiful girl who was drunk stumbled into the alley and collapsed.
Zhang Hao, seeing no one around, dragged the girl inside. Frustratingly, just as he had begun to undress, the girl’s friend ca looking for her.
Zhang Hao was terrified at that mont, he didn’t even care to grab his clothes, he climbed over a wall and made a hasty escape.
"Damn, let you get away yesterday! Today I want to see how you can run!"
"Beat him up for !"
The yellow-haired Da Fei gave an order, and in an instant, the five or six young n behind him followed suit, wielding baseball bats and brutally beating Zhang Hao.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Hao’s head burst open and blood flowed freely.
That was not all, two underlings held Zhang Hao up, one on each side, and moved him in front of Da Fei.
Da Fei stepped forward, and delivered a direct slap to the face.
Slap!
"Run now! Keep running, I dare ya!"
Imdiately, Zhang Hao bled from his mouth and nose, begging pitifully, "Big brother, I’m sorry, I was wrong, please forgive , I won’t dare anymore..."
"You still thinking about the future, huh?"
Da Fei snorted coldly, and swung another slap across his face.
Zhang Hao, dizzied by the blows, staggered and pleaded for rcy continuously.
When the bystanders saw the fight, a few well-aning people stepped forward to intervene, saying, "What are you doing..."
Da Fei swung his baseball bat through the air a few tis, "Make another peep, and I’ll beat you up too!"
The other underlings also brandished their baseball bats, glaring nacingly at them.
With that, no one dared to speak up again, and they all scattered.
"Xiao i, what do you think we should do with this bastard?"
Da Fei chuckled and asked the tattooed girl beside him.
"I want to castrate him!"
The tattooed girl called Xiao i spoke firmly, "This bastard tried to take advantage of while I was drunk; if I don’t castrate him, I won’t be able to calm down!"
"Alright!"
With a ferocious smile, Da Fei drew a small knife from his back and started toying with it under Zhang Hao.
His movents were neither fast nor slow, precisely aid, and exerted just enough force to let the victim feel it.
Zhang Hao cried out, yes, this 26-year-old man was actually scared to tears by a youngster in his early twenties.
He clenched his lower body as a stream of urine ran uncontrollably down his leg.
"What the heck, scared into peeing?" Da Fei covered his nose, disgusted.
At this, everyone burst into laughter, looking on with scorn.
Tattooed girl Xiao i even let out a sneer and spit on Zhang Hao’s head.
At this mont, Zhang Hao couldn’t care less about the insults; he looked around and kept crying out, "Help! Sobody help!"
Alas, there was not a soul around.
The crowd that had gathered to watch had already been scared off.
Joking aside, these youngsters clearly weren’t to be trifled with; who would risk themselves for a stranger?
Seeing no one coming to his aid, Zhang Hao was about to cry himself dry, as if he already visualized the gory scene of his mutilation.
"I don’t want to be a eunuch, I don’t want to!"
"Help! Sobody help..."
"Zhang Hao, your pressure cooker, I’ll give you 20 bucks, you selling or not?"
Just then, Mo Han’s voice ca from behind.
Everyone turned around, to see a man over 1.8 ters tall, holding a pressure cooker, slowly walking over.
"It’s him!"
Zhang Hao’s expression froze for a mont, then he beca ecstatic, "Mo Han! Save ! Save !"
Da Fei frowned and said in a low voice, "You know him?"
"Sort of," shrugged Mo Han, indifferently saying, "But don’t get wrong, I’m just here to buy that pressure cooker."
"Zhang Hao, yes or no, are you selling for 20 bucks?"
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